Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s Mistake: I Married the Wrong Twin: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Chapter 1: The Midnight FeverThe scream tore through the Alpha’s mansion, raw and gutteral, sounding more like a wounded beast than a man.I froze, my hands trembling over the bucket of soapy water."He’s worse tonight," my twin sister, Seraphina, said. She was lounging on the chaise in the hallway, examining her freshly manicured claws. She looked pristine in her silk emerald robe—the color of the Blackwood Pack—while I was on my knees, smelling of bleach and old shame."He sounds… in pain," I whispered, wringing out the rag until my knuckles turned white."He sounds annoying," Seraphina corrected, rolling her eyes. She stood up, tightening the sash of her robe. The movement released a puff of synthetic scent—Rain and Vanilla.My scent.Or, it was my scent, before she stole it. Before she used a witch’s Scent Cloak to trick Alpha Kaelen into marking her on the night of the Mating Ball. To Kaelen, she smelled like his fated mate. To the rest of the world, she was the Luna.And I? I w

Chapter 3: The Wolf in the BedroomMy hands shook as I folded the last of my meager belongings into a cardboard box. Two gray dresses. A worn-out sweater. A photo of my parents before they looked at me with disappointment."You realize this is a death sentence, right?"I didn't turn around. Seraphina was leaning against the doorframe of my tiny servant’s quarters, her arms crossed."He wants to study you, Elara," she spat, the word dripping with venom. "He thinks you're a witch. When he realizes you're just a nothing, he'll toss you out. Or worse—he'll realize you’re his mate, and then I’ll have to kill you."I taped the box shut. "He’s dying, Seraphina. You see it. Every time you touch him, he withers. I’m just trying to keep him alive.""I don't care about his life!" she hissed, stepping into the room. "I care about the title. I care about the money. If he dies, I’m still the Alpha Widow. I still keep the house. But if he finds out I tricked him? I lose everything."She grabbed my w

Chapter 5: The Glass CageThe black silk dress fit like a second skin. It should have; it was cut for Seraphina’s body, and we were identical down to the millimeter.But where Seraphina filled it with confidence and vanity, I felt like an imposter wrapped in midnight. The fabric was backless, dipping dangerously low, exposing the scars on my shoulder blades from years of "discipline" in the servants' quarters.I stepped out of the bathroom.Kaelen was waiting by the door. He had changed into a sharp charcoal suit, no tie, the top button of his shirt undone to reveal the hollow of his throat. He looked like every sin I had ever been warned against.He looked up. His eyes widened, traversing my body from the heels to the messy bun I had managed to twist my hair into."Turn around," he commanded.I obeyed, my heart thumping.He stared at my exposed back. His gaze lingered on the faint, white lines of my scars. I waited for him to ask. I waited for him to realize that his "perfect" wife d

Chapter 7: The AddictionThe silence in the cellar was heavy. It pressed against my eardrums like water.I sat in the corner of the stone cell. My body ached. The soreness between my legs was a throbbing reminder of what had just happened. Kaelen had taken me against the wall. He had claimed me with a violence that should have terrified me.But it didn't.I pulled the tattered remains of Seraphina’s black silk dress around my shoulders. It smelled like him. It smelled like whiskey and sandalwood and the raw musk of an Alpha who had lost control.I closed my eyes. I could still feel the phantom weight of him inside me. I could feel the way his large hands had gripped my hips.The lock clicked.My eyes flew open. My heart slammed against my ribs.He was back.The heavy iron door swung open. Kaelen stood there. He had not changed his clothes. His white shirt was still unbuttoned and stained with the sweat of our earlier encounter. His hair was a mess.He held a silver tray in his hands.

Chapter 9: The HeatThe spoon snapped.I stared at the jagged piece of metal in my hand. It was my only hope. My only way to dig through the mortar and escape the stone tomb Kaelen had thrown me in. Now it was broken. Just like me.I dropped the metal. It clattered against the damp floor.I curled into a ball on the thin mattress. I tried to weep but I was too dehydrated for tears. I was going to die here. Seraphina would come back when I was heavy with child. She would cut me open. She would take the only thing I had left.And Kaelen would let her.Suddenly a cramp ripped through my abdomen.It wasn't the baby. It was lower. Deeper. It felt like a hook grabbing my uterus and twisting it.I gasped clutching my stomach. A wave of heat rolled over me. It started in my core and spread outward like wildfire turning my blood to lava. My skin became instantly sensitive. The rough fabric of the torn dress felt like sandpaper against my nipples.A scent exploded in the small cell.It was thic